Joy of Morning

God’s love is like a morning,

Arising in my soul.

A perfect, constant dawning,

So warm and wonderful.

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Though the earthly night surrounds,

It cannot pierce within.

Dark of death no more is found,

Nor cold of pain and sin.

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Day seems a bright beginning,

Yet noontide is past.

In Him it’s never-ending,

Forever, first and last.

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Shades of fear are put to flight,

Far from the horizon,

Where breaks forth the radiant light

Of one and only Son.

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Awaken and uplift your eyes,

To peer into the blaze.

Join in singing with the skies,

Their morning hymn of praise.

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Ryanne_JM

Ryanne Molinari (MLitt, University of St. Andrew’s) is a pianist/organist, pastor’s wife, and lover of words. She is the author of Spirit-Filled Singing: Bearing Fruit as We Worship Together, and her writing has been published in journals such as the Journal of the T. S. Eliot Society (UK). Connect with Ryanne by subscribing to her blog or following her on Instagram.